u/Jolly_Equal3062

Y’all ever notice how the gossip section starts to befriend you when you stay silent for a week? They don’t care about you! They are not your friends! They just need more stuff to stir up because their cauldron is empty. Gossiping is witchcraft, something that I try not to partake in.
Then there’s the people who get crafty and start bedazzling stories, and then we have the creative narratives. People actually sit around and think this stuff up and plan out their lives in the form of how they like to entertain themselves. Bored with life, lacking work ethic, and making sure they have dirt to throw if they’re in the spotlight.
Projecting and not taking accountability, and then they wonder why there’s nothing accomplished at work, half-done goals and plans. Pretty much textbook DSM behavior to me.
As creative as they are, they could be billionaires writing books like Danielle Steel or a whole TV novella, but they use their brains for bad, hell-bent on being witches. And if they’re married or taken, I almost guarantee the husband is exactly like them, and they fight like cats and dogs on gender roles and pedestals of superiority. Or their husband ignores them like a plague and cheats on them, is only there for convenience and children, or they have a partner who takes their abuse, or they’re single because no one wants to be around them.
As for me, these textbook witches have ruined my trust and love for wanting a relationship with a man. I trust no one, man or woman. Just Jesus, the only man in my life.

Y’all ever notice how the gossip section starts to befriend you when you stay silent for a week? They don’t care about you! They are not your friends! They just need more stuff to stir up because their cauldron is empty. Gossiping is witchcraft, something that I try not to partake in.
Then there’s the people who get crafty and start bedazzling stories, and then we have the creative narratives. People actually sit around and think this stuff up and plan out their lives in the form of how they like to entertain themselves. Bored with life, lacking work ethic, and making sure they have dirt to throw if they’re in the spotlight.
Projecting and not taking accountability, and then they wonder why there’s nothing accomplished at work, half-done goals and plans. Pretty much textbook DSM behavior to me.
As creative as they are, they could be billionaires writing books like Danielle Steel or a whole TV novella, but they use their brains for bad, hell-bent on being witches. And if they’re married or taken, I almost guarantee the husband is exactly like them, and they fight like cats and dogs on gender roles and pedestals of superiority. Or their husband ignores them like a plague and cheats on them, is only there for convenience and children, or they have a partner who takes their abuse, or they’re single because no one wants to be around them.
As for me, these textbook witches have ruined my trust and love for wanting a relationship with a man. I trust no one, man or woman. Just Jesus, the only man in my life.

One time I cleaned for this woman who was never happy with anything. She’d hold my payment until I begged for it. It wasn’t the cleaning. I cleaned with a black light like Forensic Files. She just needed control over everything and something to talk about.

I dealt with it for about a year. As my business grew, I had another person who I paid to help me clean, and the audacity of this customer was that she booked a cleaning, then went on vacation and didn’t pay me. I called and messaged numerous times asking for payment so that I could also pay my worker. She finally messaged me back and said that I was interrupting her vacation and that I was rude for asking for payment while they were on vacation.

I’m thinking, so if I order delivery, take the order, and don’t pay for it, wouldn’t that be stealing? I couldn’t understand how some people’s brains work.

Another time, I quit on this lady because she had a sterile-clean house and wanted me to clean when there wasn’t anything to do but clean on top of already-cleaned surfaces. I spent hours doing that and finding inconspicuous dirt. There wasn’t a grain of dust to be seen in there, and it still wasn’t good enough.

So I ignored her and never went back. She messaged my phone at least twenty times, demanding that I put in writing that she fired me for a no-show, even though it was my own cleaning company.

Those two women reminded me of the TV show Snapped. Something behind those blank eyes only lit up when they were angry or had an opportunity to control or rewrite a situation.
Their husband’s always were miserable too.